We went to one of those places whose name is just one word (“Fish”), just to make sure you realize how fancy it is. Casino fancy, though. My wife had their elaborate tasting dish sampler thingy; I had a ribeye. A seventy-two dollar goram ribeye. I somehow missed that particular detail until after the waiter ran off to start the process where my steak would be raised to room temperature before they cooked it.
Admittedly, it was twenty ounces of damn good ribeye. And my wife spent about the same on her meal. And it was an excellent meal and I’m in a happy meat and wine coma and I ain’t writing 1667 words tonight. Still. I literally said the word ‘urk’ when I realized what happened. It was actually pretty funny.
Moe Lane
PS: I dropped a buck in the slots, solely because we were at a casino and it seemed the thing to do. Didn’t win anything.